My lungs are rotten raisins
But I puff and fume can’t be extinguished from the back of my throat
The kids think I’m rebellious
Seeking escape from the things they yet don’t know,
Like manipulated doctrines
Taught from birth to brainwash and control
Rebellious, I am not
I seek the freedom I have lost,
I go against everything I was taught,
Unlearning the teachings I got
Slowly unfolding my sights to see pass illusions that makes man blind
Even with naked eyes, no man sees the lies
Sitting under the nose
Stealing their lives
- Rebel ( Train of thought)
